written by peng when he was in deep thoughts about poetry and life. the future robert frost. i call this pointless prostulation. hope you guys like it!
Fatigue has set in
Sadness and frustration
What more to do but sin
As I slowly slipped into depression.
Nothing could change her mind
As I pleaded with her through time
At times she was kind
But in her, I’m worth nothing more than a dime.
“YOU ARE SELFISH”, she says
Reeks of immaturity, I thought
However, in the end, I had to pay
And so, I lost what I had fought.
Piercings are more important I see
How could pain bring about happiness?
Can I resolve this issue with fee(s)
Doubt so, what I did bring no happiness.
Salvation in this issue can be found
Despite frivolity always triumphant
Surroundings devoid of hearing any sounds
Nothing now, to my ears are pleasant.
